Sandra drove into the city from the suburbs to meet me at a coffee shop near where I worked. We'd met online, exchanged some emails and phone calls, and finally tested the waters with a face-to-face encounter that included lunch and a lingering kiss before she headed back to her car. It went well. We agreed to do it again.
Three weeks later she drove into the city to again meet me for lunch. This time things were even more relaxed between us. After lunch we left the restaurant and hugged on the sidewalk, and Sandra made her suggestion. "Would you like to see my car? I'm in the Union Square garage." It was an offer that implied more than just seeing her car. She led the way.
We took the elevator down four levels, and I followed her to her white Suburban, which was parked in a far corner and surrounded by other cars. She clicked the unlock on her key, looked squarely at me, then opened the door to the back seat. "Let's talk awhile," she said, "It's more comfortable in the back." I smiled. She smiled. She climbed in first.
We didn't do much talking. Sandra twisted to turn toward me, kissed me, then slumped back on the bench seat and pulled me down next to her. It was cramped, though we adjusted. Slow, tonguey kisses became increasingly heated. One of my hands roamed to an accessible breast, softball sized in my hand, and her hand went south to grasp the stiffening hardness hidden in my pants. She squirmed her body to the edge of the seat. "Wait," she said, "Lie back." Sandra contorted herself lower, ending up with one knee on the floor and the other across my legs. Now she was facing my zipper.
Well now, I thought to myself, this is proceeding quickly.
Down came my zipper, and in went her hands to free my erection. "Well hello," she said, then her mouth went to work. Sandra encircled the base of my cock with a thumb and forefinger and engulfed my cock inch by inch. Her tongue swabbed, her lips hugged, and soon she was bobbing up and down a saliva- and precum-slickened shaft in a steady, deliberate, determined way that she had to know was coaxing me to a climax.
Five minutes later, I gave Sandra a "You're going to make me come" warning. She hummed an acknowledgment and sped up another notch. With one hand gently on the side of her head and the other on her shoulder, I let her get me there. My orgasm built in my gut, my erection surged to its ultimate length and hardness, Sandra moaned another hum, and I exploded. In my haze I noticed that her lips had retreated to just below my cockhead as I spurted again and again. Spurt, suck, spurt, swallow, spurt suck, spurt swallow. Sandra took every drop.
"Oh my God," I murmured when I finally was able to speak. Sandra's tongue swirled around my deflating erection. After a final swallow, she pulled her head away and looked up at me.
"You like?"
"Oh definitely. Spectacular."
Sandra chuckled. "Good. That was my goal." She turned her attention back to my penis, tucking it back into my underpants, and pulling up the zipper.
"Come back up here," I told her. I shifted toward the edge of the seat and opened space for her on the inside. We squirmed and adjusted our bodies, ending up with her lying at an angle, jammed against the seatback, and me now taking the half-on, half-off position. We resumed our kissing. I could taste myself in Sandra's mouth. Who was I to be squeamish about tasting the residue of my own juices when Sandra had just swallowed my entire output?
My free left hand again caressed her right breast, then slipped lower, pausing briefly at her skirt-covered crotch. Sandra breathed quicker through her nose. Still lower, I found the bottom of her skirt and moved upward across bare thighs until I found her panties. Sandra moaned in my mouth, and I shifted again to give her room to spread her legs. The signal was clear. My hand slipped down inside the elastic top, across matted pubic hair, and found the Promised Land.
Sandra was thoroughly aroused. Her inner labia poked out between nicely puffy outer labia, juices flowing, and her clitoris was a stiff twig. My fingers easily wandered around her vulva from clitoris to vagina, producing even longer moans. I tried to bring her to orgasm as quickly as she had done with me. Sandra didn't object. She broke our lingering kiss and just breathed moistly in my ear, moaning and grunting as my fingers swirled and flickered on her clit with occasional visits into her vagina to caress her g-spot.
The reciprocity worked. In the few minutes that her mouth had graced my cock, my fingers had Sandra panting and squirming, her inflamed labia and clitoris swollen in the most delightful way, her vagina profusely leaking, and my steady rhythm took her over the edge. When she abruptly held her breath, I knew she was there, and my relentlessly strumming fingers brought her to a shuddering orgasm. Her back arched, her knees raised as best she could manage in the tight confines, and she exhaled a long groan of pleasure as her belly quivered against my forearm.
